What if...you Literally Obeyed Your Thirst?

Thirst is a physical sensation that is triggered when the human body needs water. "Thirst" is not sentient and cannot tell you what to do. The nice man behind the bullet proof window keeps trying to tell you that, anyway, but you know better.

The other day, your thirst told you to kill your roommate Devon. You didn't really want to, but your thirst kind of talked you into it.

"Alright thirst," you said,

"Just this one time."

Now, you don't have any roommates anymore. They moved you to a different section of the hospital, ones with bars on the windows and televisions made entirely of plastic so you can't break the monitor and use the glass to slit the doctors' throats. The room is quite empty, except for the aformentioned television, a bed with no bars on it so you can't give yourself blunt head trauma, and a plastic cup of water sitting on a padded stool in the corner. They put it there so your thirst would have less of a bad influence on you. You like the company that your thirst brings, however, so you never drink the water.

At this point, the effects of dehydration are really starting to get to you. Your skin is very flush from the lack of water. The nurses don't know what to do with you. They want to hook up an I.V. to you, but you're surprisingly strong and don't want you to pull out the needle and impale them. Your thirst would totally tell you to do that, too. Your thirst is just hardcore like that.

You have to call for a hospital attendant if you want to use the bathroom. Usually though, you just shit on your hand and paint the walls Marquis de Sade style. Your thirst likes it better that way. Sometimes the smell bothers you, but lately you are too busy passing in and out of consciousness that you don't really notice it. If your thirst wants things that way, who are you to argue with it? Your thirst seems to know what it's doing.

Deep down you have a secret. Even if your thirst didn't pressure you into it, you probably would have killed Devon anyway, because Devon stole your last pudding cup, and you were really craving some chocolate. Don't worry, it's understandable. I won't tell anybody. Have you thought about killing more people yet?

Now you know.